Just for you to catch up from my last chapter: The fat lady said, "Nice to
see you here again, Harry, dear." And swung open allowing both teenagers to
step inside.
Chapter two.
Brooke let her eyes wander around the great room. The air was damp but comforting; a warm fire cast an orange glow on the wall. Broken in, scarlet couches surrounded the oak, center table. There were two chessboards set up in the corners, one of which was occupied by the Granger girl she earlier told off and a red headed boy with many freckles. He looked somewhat familiar to her, like a boy she used to know a very long time ago. Brooke let her eyes wander to all the spiral steps, saw the many rooms on the balcony, forty or so.
Harry gave Brooke a friendly nudge to snap her out of the trance she was in, although he was enjoying watching her cute expressions.
"It's quite different here," said Brooke, lamely. Harry continued to stare at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well, what I mean is, my house is much more, well, expensive." She felt like a snob as soon as the words escaped her lips, but Harry nodded as if he understood.
"When I first came here I had a similar reaction, only I thought this place was much nicer then from where I slept." He smiled. "What's your room number, I'll help you find it." Harry wanted to spend a bit more time with her, to let her know she had a friend.
"Room number seven." Brooke said while pointing to her door, indicating she knew where she was going.
"Room seven, huh? That room is for one person, why aren't you sharing with anyone else?" Harry raised one eyebrow similar to the way Brooke does.
"Well, Harry, thank you for all of your help. I most appreciated it. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, as I said, I'm exhausted." She gave him a flirty smile and strode off to her new room.
Halfway up the stairs Brooke turned suddenly around to Harry and found him staring at her bottom, just as she suspected. She gave a small giggle while rolling her eyes before she continued to her walking.
When she came to the door she discovered, (after trying to turn the unmovable handle) that she had to make up a little password for the door to open. She stood there trying to think of a good one and found herself recalling the events of earlier that day. She thought of the sorting hat, the stupid Granger girl, the sexy, blond Slytherin, and of course, Harry Potter. She remembered the password for the fat lady picture. She also remembered what Harry said about her being a lion and sideways smiled. She tried to think of what Harry resembled but drew a blank, until she heard her pet, lightly singing on the opposite side of her room door. She thought of her beautiful pet's green eyes, (like Harry's) its red ruffled feathers and at once announced "Phoenix tail". The door swung open and Brooke took a long stride in her new, "under-priced" room.
"Oh, beautiful." She said under her breath. The shades to her one, huge window, were dusty and ripped. The mirror on the antique, wooden vanity was cracked a bit and her bed looked like it hadn't been occupied, in years, for it was dusty. She threw herself on the bed anyway and fell asleep right away. The last thing she thought of was 'who would actually want to sit next to me tomorrow at breakfast?' then remembered Harry's cooling smile and fell soundly asleep. ______________________________________________________________________
Harry watched as the little, pissed off blond strode directly to her room. He felt sorry for her, not having any friends. He remembered how lucky he was to have met Ron the first day on the train; otherwise he wouldn't have had a friend either.
He waited until Brooke went inside her room before he left to try to find Ginny. He remembered he had left her by herself after he took off to help Brooke to her room. Harry and Ginny had been together for the last month of Hogwarts in his fifth year and throughout the summer. Harry recalled how Ron would drop hints that Ginny wanted to be with Harry more then ever and how silly he made himself sound. Both Ginny and Harry tried to see each other over the last two months but his Uncle Vernon forbid him from using his owl, Hedwig. He had planned to spend as much of his first day with Ginny as he could, unfortunately, "as much as he could" was for just dinner.
He walked over to Ron and Hermione who were playing chess, (Ron winning, as usual) to ask if they've seen her.
"Ron, do you know where your sister is? I should probably talk to her."
"Well, Harry, it's nice to see you too." Ron said and patted Harry on the shoulder looking up. "I think she's already in her room; she was searching for you about five minutes ago, I think she's quite pissed off, mate."
"Oh, thanks." Harry walked hurriedly away from Ron, towards Ginny's room. Before he could knock on the door Ginny swung it open. Her face was as red as her hair and her eyes were bugging out. At that moment, Harry would have given anything to have not walked to her door. When Ginny was mad she sounded even worse then her mother does; he'd take a howler over angry Ginny any day.
"Harry, I can't BELIEVE YOU!" Ginny screamed, sending Harry a step back. "You were with that Parkinson tart!" Harry never saw Ginny so upset, she's usually a quiet, kind girl, the girl that used to be so fond of him, she would ogle over his body and stare at his eyes. Now she looked at him with nothing but ruthless hatred.
"She isn't a tart, Ginny." Harry said, but sounded a little lame. "She was lost and I helped her find the way to her room, that's it!" This time Harry looked at Ginny in her watery eyes and raised his voice a bit, hoping to get though to her, at a bit to himself.
"The last time I checked, Harry, staring at a ditzy git's ASS FOR FIVE MINUTES WHILE THEY WALK TO THEIR ROOM isn't called HELPING!!!" Ginny bellowed and slammed the door shut in Harry's face. He could just hear the last of her sentence though the door and in-between her sobs: "It's called cheating."
Harry's stomach dropped, he didn't mean to upset Ginny, he liked her so much. 'There's just something about Brooke.' Harry shook the words from his mind and walked strait to his room; while trying to ignore all the stares people gave him. When he reached the door he repeated the password from last year and flopped down on his bed. He fell asleep with his clothes on and didn't wake up all night. _____________________________________________________________
Draco Malfoy watched as the sarcastic Gryffindor turned her back from him and walked away. He decided that she thought he wasn't anymore then a complete fuck up, just as every other Gryffindor thought (especially the girls). He started to look downcast, feeling sorry for himself until he abruptly shook his head, 'oh, shit now I have the feelings of a bloody Hufflepuff.'
Draco began to openly walk back to his tower until he realized he shouldn't be out in the halls by himself at this hour so he sunk into the shadows of the gargoyle statues, heading for his room. He always had a small gift of sneaking around and becoming a bit of scenery. He remembered nights at his home when no one was up and he had to sneak out to get some food because his father punished him to stay in his room for days on end, starving and extremely bored.
Finally he reached the door to his familiar common room, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. Emerald green filled his eyes and made him somewhat dizzy. The room almost shouted: "Your unwelcome, get out, you silly boy!" It was cold and dim, but to Draco, it felt more like home then any other place ever had.
He took a seat in the hard armchair to stare at the booming fire just as Pansy Parkinson slumped out of her grand room and over towards Draco.
"Oh Draco, isn't it just marvelous to be back?" She helped herself onto his lap and leaned her stupid head on his shoulder. "It's ever much more marvelous that you are Head Boy! I'm just so proud of you; of us!" Pansy leaned in close to whisper in his ear, hoping she sounding sexy. "You know what that means, right baby? You've got your own room; we've got our own room."
Draco stood up, causing Pansy to stumble to her feet. He shook his head, a smirk playing on his chapped lips. "Pansy when I'm bored and have nothing to do, then I will call on you to occupy my time. You were good fun last year but I'm afraid it may be the end, dear." Draco saw Pansy's smile drop. "Look, I'll do it one more time with you; just one and that's when I want to do it, not you. When that time arrives I will have to be unbelievably bored and also extremely horny." Pansy shook her head in understanding; he gave her a small un-meaningful kiss on the cheek and strode away to his new bedroom, feeling very proud of himself.
Pansy watched Draco leave, her face tuned white and she fought to hold back threatening, salty tears. Draco Malfoy had looked at her the same way he would look at air. To him, she was less then nothing; to her, he was more then everything.
***
Draco carefully eyed his dormitory; he felt it was missing something quite important. The walls were a dark, wintergreen to match the sofas surrounding a small fireplace. His bed was queen sized with black silk covers laid neatly across. He had his own bathroom too, with a very large tub that smelled of pine needles. He kept searching around the oversized room when he suddenly realized what was missing; he didn't have any windows at all. He didn't mind so much, it's just that he felt as if he were underground, in a hole or something of that sort. He let out a sigh and strode to his private, white bathroom.
Suddenly, Draco felt overly hot in his velvet robes (his father purchased them hand made to fit properly) and let them fall to the tiled floor. He was now wearing a thin, white undershirt and loose fitting black pants with a silver buckled belt. He walked to the porcelain sink to splash warm water over his face, hoping to relax him.
Looking up at the mirror above the sink, faucet water dripping from the end of his nose, he saw himself, his hair was still perfectly slicked back, as always but a bit shorter then last year, his face was white with high, defined cheekbones, he wore a blank expression filled with utter boredom.
He then remembered Pansy's face after what he had said to her; she looked more then just let down. They really did have some fun times with each other last year. They'd sneak off to the bathrooms, lock the doors and he'd have his way with her, like he always did and always had liked. She was very good at it; she really did try to make him happy with her. Her moan was pleasant to hear too, but other then that he didn't feel much emotion while doing it, like love.
Then Draco started to think about her little sister, Brooke. The way she bit her pink lips when she was nervous after bumping into him made him blush, almost. Her breasts were most attractive, even through her cloak. They were the perfect size, big and rounded. Quickly, Draco snapped himself to reality. Was he actually thinking of Brooke? She was a Gryffindor. And Pansy, she was a great fuck buddy why is he even considering something as foolish as love?
He let out a long sigh and splashed his face in the running water once more then went to his bed. It took him a while to fall asleep. The room around him was like a stranger, he felt most uncomfortable. About a half-hour later Draco fell fast, into a black dream.
***
Thick, deep red liquid was pouring down through the door room. Gryffindors including Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Brooke Parkinson, and Harry Potter himself, surrounded Draco along with three Ravenclaw second years.
Everyone in the room looked terrifyingly at the streaming ruby water except Draco and Brooke who had their wands in one hand, their other hands grasped tightly together. More and more liquid piled into the room, the wind was whipping fiercely at their face. Suddenly, Harry stood to his feet and drew out his wand next to Brooke and smiled at her. The red splashed into their bodies but the three remained standing. Ron then took a large breath and stood next to Draco, Hermione followed suit at pulled out her wand in sync with Ron. Terrifying screams could be heard down the hallway as more of what tasted like blood spilled into the room. Ginny finally stood next to Harry with her wand positioned, leaving Neville and the three Ravenclaws to themselves.
The thick red juice was now up to their waist, but they remained standing, with determined looks in all their eyes. Draco shouted out an order and Brooke fell into the flood, taking her away from him, letting go of their firm grasp. Draco's heart clenched but soon reminded himself it was for the best. The bloody liquid now to his shoulder, was rapidly rising. Suddenly, Harry let out a scream but it wasn't he who fell in, it was Ginny, lost in the high waves. With both girls gone the water tuned a deeper red, almost black. Then Ron shook his head in rage and bellowed: "we've almost got it" as Hermione silently sank away.
The flood was now to the remaining boys chins, Draco turned around to find Neville just sink away, but the three Ravenclaws were no where in sight anymore. Ron, Harry and Draco struggled to remain standing as the dark blood reached their eyes but fell together at once. Draco felt his lungs squeezing, fighting for breath. He gave up, unwillingly and hit the floor. Every bit of the skin on his body burned as he let himself give up.
Just as he thought all was over he took in a wonderful breath of air. Choking, he sat up and gazed around; Harry and Ron were just as surprised, as he was to be living. It seemed the water had vanished completely. Just as Draco was going to smile in triumph, something caught his eye.
Brooke, laid on the stone tile, curled up in a heap, her hair covering her face. She wasn't moving; she had died along with Hermione and Ginny. Draco crawled to Brooke's side, still worn down from nearly drowning. He let a tear fall from his glassy, gray eyes and lay over her, holding her. He sobbed uncontrollably onto Brooke until he started to choke up blood.
***
Draco shot up from his bed in a hot but chilling sweat. He panicked, looking around the room, forgetting where he was. Then his ears started to ring and his vision became blurry as blood came dribbling from his throat and onto his bed sheets.
................................ Okay guys, that's it so far. I hope you're all enjoying this as much as I am...don't worry too much about Draco's dream; you'll understand it later on. If you have been reading my fan fic then please leave a note telling me how you feel about it. Even just one word would make me happy, just so I know your reading it. I write for readers and if I don't think I have any then what's the point in writing? Please leave a comment, even if its criticism. Thank you.
Chapter two.
Brooke let her eyes wander around the great room. The air was damp but comforting; a warm fire cast an orange glow on the wall. Broken in, scarlet couches surrounded the oak, center table. There were two chessboards set up in the corners, one of which was occupied by the Granger girl she earlier told off and a red headed boy with many freckles. He looked somewhat familiar to her, like a boy she used to know a very long time ago. Brooke let her eyes wander to all the spiral steps, saw the many rooms on the balcony, forty or so.
Harry gave Brooke a friendly nudge to snap her out of the trance she was in, although he was enjoying watching her cute expressions.
"It's quite different here," said Brooke, lamely. Harry continued to stare at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well, what I mean is, my house is much more, well, expensive." She felt like a snob as soon as the words escaped her lips, but Harry nodded as if he understood.
"When I first came here I had a similar reaction, only I thought this place was much nicer then from where I slept." He smiled. "What's your room number, I'll help you find it." Harry wanted to spend a bit more time with her, to let her know she had a friend.
"Room number seven." Brooke said while pointing to her door, indicating she knew where she was going.
"Room seven, huh? That room is for one person, why aren't you sharing with anyone else?" Harry raised one eyebrow similar to the way Brooke does.
"Well, Harry, thank you for all of your help. I most appreciated it. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, as I said, I'm exhausted." She gave him a flirty smile and strode off to her new room.
Halfway up the stairs Brooke turned suddenly around to Harry and found him staring at her bottom, just as she suspected. She gave a small giggle while rolling her eyes before she continued to her walking.
When she came to the door she discovered, (after trying to turn the unmovable handle) that she had to make up a little password for the door to open. She stood there trying to think of a good one and found herself recalling the events of earlier that day. She thought of the sorting hat, the stupid Granger girl, the sexy, blond Slytherin, and of course, Harry Potter. She remembered the password for the fat lady picture. She also remembered what Harry said about her being a lion and sideways smiled. She tried to think of what Harry resembled but drew a blank, until she heard her pet, lightly singing on the opposite side of her room door. She thought of her beautiful pet's green eyes, (like Harry's) its red ruffled feathers and at once announced "Phoenix tail". The door swung open and Brooke took a long stride in her new, "under-priced" room.
"Oh, beautiful." She said under her breath. The shades to her one, huge window, were dusty and ripped. The mirror on the antique, wooden vanity was cracked a bit and her bed looked like it hadn't been occupied, in years, for it was dusty. She threw herself on the bed anyway and fell asleep right away. The last thing she thought of was 'who would actually want to sit next to me tomorrow at breakfast?' then remembered Harry's cooling smile and fell soundly asleep. ______________________________________________________________________
Harry watched as the little, pissed off blond strode directly to her room. He felt sorry for her, not having any friends. He remembered how lucky he was to have met Ron the first day on the train; otherwise he wouldn't have had a friend either.
He waited until Brooke went inside her room before he left to try to find Ginny. He remembered he had left her by herself after he took off to help Brooke to her room. Harry and Ginny had been together for the last month of Hogwarts in his fifth year and throughout the summer. Harry recalled how Ron would drop hints that Ginny wanted to be with Harry more then ever and how silly he made himself sound. Both Ginny and Harry tried to see each other over the last two months but his Uncle Vernon forbid him from using his owl, Hedwig. He had planned to spend as much of his first day with Ginny as he could, unfortunately, "as much as he could" was for just dinner.
He walked over to Ron and Hermione who were playing chess, (Ron winning, as usual) to ask if they've seen her.
"Ron, do you know where your sister is? I should probably talk to her."
"Well, Harry, it's nice to see you too." Ron said and patted Harry on the shoulder looking up. "I think she's already in her room; she was searching for you about five minutes ago, I think she's quite pissed off, mate."
"Oh, thanks." Harry walked hurriedly away from Ron, towards Ginny's room. Before he could knock on the door Ginny swung it open. Her face was as red as her hair and her eyes were bugging out. At that moment, Harry would have given anything to have not walked to her door. When Ginny was mad she sounded even worse then her mother does; he'd take a howler over angry Ginny any day.
"Harry, I can't BELIEVE YOU!" Ginny screamed, sending Harry a step back. "You were with that Parkinson tart!" Harry never saw Ginny so upset, she's usually a quiet, kind girl, the girl that used to be so fond of him, she would ogle over his body and stare at his eyes. Now she looked at him with nothing but ruthless hatred.
"She isn't a tart, Ginny." Harry said, but sounded a little lame. "She was lost and I helped her find the way to her room, that's it!" This time Harry looked at Ginny in her watery eyes and raised his voice a bit, hoping to get though to her, at a bit to himself.
"The last time I checked, Harry, staring at a ditzy git's ASS FOR FIVE MINUTES WHILE THEY WALK TO THEIR ROOM isn't called HELPING!!!" Ginny bellowed and slammed the door shut in Harry's face. He could just hear the last of her sentence though the door and in-between her sobs: "It's called cheating."
Harry's stomach dropped, he didn't mean to upset Ginny, he liked her so much. 'There's just something about Brooke.' Harry shook the words from his mind and walked strait to his room; while trying to ignore all the stares people gave him. When he reached the door he repeated the password from last year and flopped down on his bed. He fell asleep with his clothes on and didn't wake up all night. _____________________________________________________________
Draco Malfoy watched as the sarcastic Gryffindor turned her back from him and walked away. He decided that she thought he wasn't anymore then a complete fuck up, just as every other Gryffindor thought (especially the girls). He started to look downcast, feeling sorry for himself until he abruptly shook his head, 'oh, shit now I have the feelings of a bloody Hufflepuff.'
Draco began to openly walk back to his tower until he realized he shouldn't be out in the halls by himself at this hour so he sunk into the shadows of the gargoyle statues, heading for his room. He always had a small gift of sneaking around and becoming a bit of scenery. He remembered nights at his home when no one was up and he had to sneak out to get some food because his father punished him to stay in his room for days on end, starving and extremely bored.
Finally he reached the door to his familiar common room, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. Emerald green filled his eyes and made him somewhat dizzy. The room almost shouted: "Your unwelcome, get out, you silly boy!" It was cold and dim, but to Draco, it felt more like home then any other place ever had.
He took a seat in the hard armchair to stare at the booming fire just as Pansy Parkinson slumped out of her grand room and over towards Draco.
"Oh Draco, isn't it just marvelous to be back?" She helped herself onto his lap and leaned her stupid head on his shoulder. "It's ever much more marvelous that you are Head Boy! I'm just so proud of you; of us!" Pansy leaned in close to whisper in his ear, hoping she sounding sexy. "You know what that means, right baby? You've got your own room; we've got our own room."
Draco stood up, causing Pansy to stumble to her feet. He shook his head, a smirk playing on his chapped lips. "Pansy when I'm bored and have nothing to do, then I will call on you to occupy my time. You were good fun last year but I'm afraid it may be the end, dear." Draco saw Pansy's smile drop. "Look, I'll do it one more time with you; just one and that's when I want to do it, not you. When that time arrives I will have to be unbelievably bored and also extremely horny." Pansy shook her head in understanding; he gave her a small un-meaningful kiss on the cheek and strode away to his new bedroom, feeling very proud of himself.
Pansy watched Draco leave, her face tuned white and she fought to hold back threatening, salty tears. Draco Malfoy had looked at her the same way he would look at air. To him, she was less then nothing; to her, he was more then everything.
***
Draco carefully eyed his dormitory; he felt it was missing something quite important. The walls were a dark, wintergreen to match the sofas surrounding a small fireplace. His bed was queen sized with black silk covers laid neatly across. He had his own bathroom too, with a very large tub that smelled of pine needles. He kept searching around the oversized room when he suddenly realized what was missing; he didn't have any windows at all. He didn't mind so much, it's just that he felt as if he were underground, in a hole or something of that sort. He let out a sigh and strode to his private, white bathroom.
Suddenly, Draco felt overly hot in his velvet robes (his father purchased them hand made to fit properly) and let them fall to the tiled floor. He was now wearing a thin, white undershirt and loose fitting black pants with a silver buckled belt. He walked to the porcelain sink to splash warm water over his face, hoping to relax him.
Looking up at the mirror above the sink, faucet water dripping from the end of his nose, he saw himself, his hair was still perfectly slicked back, as always but a bit shorter then last year, his face was white with high, defined cheekbones, he wore a blank expression filled with utter boredom.
He then remembered Pansy's face after what he had said to her; she looked more then just let down. They really did have some fun times with each other last year. They'd sneak off to the bathrooms, lock the doors and he'd have his way with her, like he always did and always had liked. She was very good at it; she really did try to make him happy with her. Her moan was pleasant to hear too, but other then that he didn't feel much emotion while doing it, like love.
Then Draco started to think about her little sister, Brooke. The way she bit her pink lips when she was nervous after bumping into him made him blush, almost. Her breasts were most attractive, even through her cloak. They were the perfect size, big and rounded. Quickly, Draco snapped himself to reality. Was he actually thinking of Brooke? She was a Gryffindor. And Pansy, she was a great fuck buddy why is he even considering something as foolish as love?
He let out a long sigh and splashed his face in the running water once more then went to his bed. It took him a while to fall asleep. The room around him was like a stranger, he felt most uncomfortable. About a half-hour later Draco fell fast, into a black dream.
***
Thick, deep red liquid was pouring down through the door room. Gryffindors including Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Brooke Parkinson, and Harry Potter himself, surrounded Draco along with three Ravenclaw second years.
Everyone in the room looked terrifyingly at the streaming ruby water except Draco and Brooke who had their wands in one hand, their other hands grasped tightly together. More and more liquid piled into the room, the wind was whipping fiercely at their face. Suddenly, Harry stood to his feet and drew out his wand next to Brooke and smiled at her. The red splashed into their bodies but the three remained standing. Ron then took a large breath and stood next to Draco, Hermione followed suit at pulled out her wand in sync with Ron. Terrifying screams could be heard down the hallway as more of what tasted like blood spilled into the room. Ginny finally stood next to Harry with her wand positioned, leaving Neville and the three Ravenclaws to themselves.
The thick red juice was now up to their waist, but they remained standing, with determined looks in all their eyes. Draco shouted out an order and Brooke fell into the flood, taking her away from him, letting go of their firm grasp. Draco's heart clenched but soon reminded himself it was for the best. The bloody liquid now to his shoulder, was rapidly rising. Suddenly, Harry let out a scream but it wasn't he who fell in, it was Ginny, lost in the high waves. With both girls gone the water tuned a deeper red, almost black. Then Ron shook his head in rage and bellowed: "we've almost got it" as Hermione silently sank away.
The flood was now to the remaining boys chins, Draco turned around to find Neville just sink away, but the three Ravenclaws were no where in sight anymore. Ron, Harry and Draco struggled to remain standing as the dark blood reached their eyes but fell together at once. Draco felt his lungs squeezing, fighting for breath. He gave up, unwillingly and hit the floor. Every bit of the skin on his body burned as he let himself give up.
Just as he thought all was over he took in a wonderful breath of air. Choking, he sat up and gazed around; Harry and Ron were just as surprised, as he was to be living. It seemed the water had vanished completely. Just as Draco was going to smile in triumph, something caught his eye.
Brooke, laid on the stone tile, curled up in a heap, her hair covering her face. She wasn't moving; she had died along with Hermione and Ginny. Draco crawled to Brooke's side, still worn down from nearly drowning. He let a tear fall from his glassy, gray eyes and lay over her, holding her. He sobbed uncontrollably onto Brooke until he started to choke up blood.
***
Draco shot up from his bed in a hot but chilling sweat. He panicked, looking around the room, forgetting where he was. Then his ears started to ring and his vision became blurry as blood came dribbling from his throat and onto his bed sheets.
................................ Okay guys, that's it so far. I hope you're all enjoying this as much as I am...don't worry too much about Draco's dream; you'll understand it later on. If you have been reading my fan fic then please leave a note telling me how you feel about it. Even just one word would make me happy, just so I know your reading it. I write for readers and if I don't think I have any then what's the point in writing? Please leave a comment, even if its criticism. Thank you.